Preparations were being made
dustbowls vacuumed, decorations of the season stowed.
Servings were made, seating available.
The paperwork was final.
We were ready. Connections forged.
From across the border we heard the call.
Leukemia, Nothing to do. It all fell to pieces.
My feet were terribly cold throughout the day.
Poor circulation, so I'm told.
Car dead. Net down. Shattered shell.
Time to clean up more cat puke.
1/05/10
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